Optimism...
That shit will get you killed.
So in early December I was PINGING to accomplish a few essentials for a (((vibe))) that seemed imminent to intuitive’s and intelagent types. There was no specific overt threat that I heard of. I was just pressed internally to focused on not wasting time and staying as healthy as possible. Two good habits no matter what.
I found myself repeating over the last few months the metaphor of “Chinese finger trap” in relation to other-than topics as I used the term several times here @ TB2K.
On the home from within the L.A.B. household I refrained ‘best I could’ from presenting too much (((PING))) where no overt news-threat had yet to poke up its ugly head. In other words, I let cable TV get ‘my wife’s optimism’ in a right angle vector to reality. Her arrogant 26 year old plugged in know it all metro-millennial, ha-ha! ...That’s another project best left to his own experiences.
I’m not allowed to impress upon junior much. The helicopter mommie goes full screaming turbine on me any time I do. No less than three times I have gently presented the stone cold realities and responsibilities of dealing / living in a pandemic environment.
Junior and his Korean girlfriend... part-time concubine, have taken a hiatus the last 30 days or so. Junior say’s it’s studies, but I think the early December Asian news-stream May have had her family reeling her in too.
So night before last, Junior and his girl go out to dinner in K-Town; what else but his adopted cultures cuisine. I have attempted to clue him in to his dining out at their favorite Petri dish, but to no avail.
Yesterday he and the girl wake up with sore throats. Hopefully whatever he picked up ends their. I’m not optimistic about the impulsive nature of young gamers who think ‘they got this.’ I cringe and refrain from backhanding him every time I see him lick his fingers during dinner. In nine years, I’ve seen him wash his hands a handful of times. Funny, mom must have instructed him yesterday after I became aware of his sick dining habit and experience the night before. He actually washed his hands before he sat down to breakfast.
The young and entitled hubris is on a course set to ‘know it all’ on his vector to humility.
Stepping back here from optimism, all I see is pink talcum powder on the floor from mom’s and junior’s rose colored glasses.
On the bright side, I picked up 4-boxes of organic elderberry tea today at bargain price.